Content warning: Forcefem Hypnosis script below
You know, I know what it's like.
I know what it's like to be someone like you, and, and I want to help you. Will you let me?
Of course you will. Cute thing.
So what you can do is find a nice place to sit. Something comfortable. Not overly, not somewhere you could fall asleep, but somewhere you could stay for a little bit, and listen to me. Can you do that for me? Of course you can.
Make sure you're able to sit, without distraction for a bit of time. No pee, no alarm, nobody bothering you. Done all that? Good. We can continue.
I want to help you, I really do. And what I'm going to do, in a few minutes, if you continue reading, if you continue listening to me, is that I will hypnotise you.
I promise, it will be a nice experience, something calm, comfortable. It may feel like losing control, but, you know that I would never harm you, don't you?
I'm going to hypnotise you, to make you into a girl. To make you into the girl you want to be, or perhaps, feel you already are on some level.
I will bring you into trance, and there, I will help you reveal the girlhood within you, whether you see it already or not. I will help you make it shine bright as a star, guiding you, protecting you.
Because yes, I will help you. I cannot force you into trance, force you to be hypnotised. Much less, do I have the power to force you to be a girl. I am not powerless, of course, but I know you are willing.
I know you want this. I do, because you are still reading, on and on, as I describe the ways in which I will change you, the ways in which you will become a girl, more of a girl.
And, because I know you do, and because I have the power to put words here, in your eyes, and into your mind, I will hypnotise you.
Maybe you have thoughts about it. Maybe you find it a little hot, a little arousing. Maybe you're just intrigued. Maybe you just want to be a girl. To feel like a girl. Maybe you just want to be good, to listen to me.
No matter what, I know there's a lot of thoughts in your little head, spinning and spinning around, as you keep on listening to me.
I know your heart is feeling a little bit tight, from the emotions in it. I know you want to listen to me.
And what you can do, is let the thoughts quieten, and focus on me, okay? Focus on what i'm saying. It's alright, if you're afraid of doing it wrong. There's no wrong to be done, as long as you read my words, as long as you focus, on what I am saying.
And so you can continue reading, word after word. You can let yourself think of the rhythm of my words. How, despite these being just words, with no voice to speak them, it's still so easy, to get lost in their rhythm.
You can wonder about the pauses, the commas and periods, and the way they break up, control, the speed of your read.
And you can find it helps you, a bit. You can find that reading helps you calm yourself, and noticing these things makes it just easier to read more.
And now, what I'm going to do, is that I'm going to ask you to imagine something. You don't need to picture it, but you can if you want to.
I'm going to describe things, a world, events, and I want you to listen, and to imagine what it would feel like, to be there.
It's a natural process, really. Like getting lost in a book, or a show. Reading line after line, constructing these ideas in your cute, little head.
So then, cutie, I want you to imagine yourself. You as you are, in this moment, in front of stairs. These stairs lead to a basement, my basement. You know me. You know what I do. You know the meaning of basements, when they are mine.
Hypnosis is about concepts, you know. About metaphors, and ideas. And so, you can think about that basement as a metaphor for my control.
It makes sense, too. The basement is mine, and once in, I have power over you. You cannot be heard from outside, not seen. You're just as good as gone. Disappeared. At least, until I release a girl that looks weirdly like you onto the world.
If the basement is my control then, if it is a state of suggestibility, of being open to my words, to my power, it only makes sense, then, to think of those stairs as a metaphor for falling into trance. The stairs go down, into a place of my control, after all. Down, into my control. It make only sense.
Then, it can be easy to imagine what might happen, going down these stairs. How each step down might feel, the calm and quietness heightening, as focus becomes more and more a natural task.
Your body naturally finding a restful state, as your mind focuses down on one task, and one only, listening to me.
Then, what you can do, is imagine yourself, looking at the stairs, again. At how inviting they look, flooded by a quiet, warm light, coming from the basement. How easy the steps seem to be to take, one after the other.
You can notice how you want to walk down these stairs, want to feel each step against your feet, until the very last. You might notice a bit of apprehension, too, and know that it's a natural feeling to have.
You can imagine an inviting hand, my hand, extended to you. And, when you take it, if you take it, I will help you go down these steps, one after the other, into trance. And you can know that, if it gets too frightening, you can always stop holding my hand, and walk out, and know that I will never be upset.
And, when you're ready, you can take my hand in yours.
And as you do, you can feel your breath slowing down, as you feel the safety of knowing I am here. Then a light tug, pulling you downwards. And so, you can listen to me count down the steps, as you take them, from ten to zero.
Taking the first step down, able to notice how the thoughts in your mind have quietened down.
Your body settling into a more comfortable position, making small adjustments.
My hand pulling a bit harder on yours now, making you take the steps two by two, as your mind listens to only my words.
Going down, and feeling the floor against your feet.
Feeling the air in your lungs, going out
So close, the basement inviting you in already, wanting to go further, wanting to drop further.
Feeling your feet landing down on the floor.
Your hand in mine, your mind mine. You, in my basement. Good job.
You can, then, sit down, on the floor. I want you to feel your skin, then. Noticing first the light warmth of the floor.
You can see the light on the ceiling, the walls of concrete, with no window to speak off. There is a desk on the other side of the room, with various things on it. The floor is tiled, and feels clean to your feet, almost surgically so.
I know you, I said. I know how you feel. So I want you to imagine something for me.
I want you to think about masculinity, of being a man. You know it all too well, poor thing.
Think about how it feels. How it's maybe more something that you perform, than one you are. Some thing that is put on you, or that you put on yourself.
Or, maybe, that it feels like a force tainting your soul.
It's easy to see masculinity as something outside of you, that isn't you. Perhaps, though, you feel, on some level, that this masculinity covers you, taints you.
That its presence in you, on you, makes you worse of a being, dampening your true self and any femininity.
Perhaps, it's easy to feel that, the weight of masculinity covering you, it is something that cannot be escaped. That will be with you, tainting, rotting, until the end.
Then, what you can do, is think of that masculinity as a layer of oil on your skin. It makes sense, really. Testosterone is tied to increased skin oiliness, and you know, you feel, in you, that it's something that covers you, in a way. That you cannot escape.
It's an oil that reeks, that makes your entire self shrivel up as a rotten fruit. It's one that taints all that you can be, that lives and moves with you, always with you. That taints all that you touch.
Maybe, then, you would want that masculinity gone. Maybe, you find it hard to believe it ever can go away. It's okay. I'm here, and I can help you.
You can imagine your body, then, covered with this thin layer of oil. And you can look back at me, and see me, sponge in one hand, bucket in another.
I have a bit of a special soap for you, something a bit magical. When applied to skin, you see, skin that is covered in that nasty oil, it, as all soaps do, removes it, of course.
But I also put a little bit of magical dust in that soap. And so, when it's used, it prevents that oil from coming back. Removes it from you, forever.
In a sense, it's a sort of feminizing soap.
You can imagine what it might be like, then, to live free of it. Unburdened, able to feel yourself as you are, and a renewed girlhood.
A weight removed, and, for the first time, naked in a brand new way. Free. It's inviting, isn't it?
How your mind might feel like, removed from the prison of masculinity. It's inviting, a freeing thought.
Now, in a few moments, I will start brushing your skin clean. Water and soap will fall over skin, bit by bit, and scrub that oil that feels so horrible to you.
And what you can do then, is be good, and sit still, while I take care of you, cutie.
And so, I start, cleaning your left hand first. Soapy water dripping from your fingers, as they carry with them the oil, and as the dust settles on you.
Going on to your arm, now, and maybe you can already feel a certain softness to your hand, freed finally.
The soapy water drips down and along, and so goes the oil. Maybe you can feel a cloudiness leaving your mind, slowly.
Going on to your right arm, up and down, and down and up, scrubbing from nail to shoulder. You can notice how easy it is to clean you up, how easily the soap carries it. You can feel the water along your arms, the light cold of droplets on your skin.
And your legs. You might notice, as I move, that your arms look more distinctly feminine. Something has changed, and already, it's simple to feel how much easier it is, for these to feel Yours.
As I brush your leg, and as water rolls and falls on the ground, you can begin to notice, already, how your mind adapts to the changes, to freedom. How thoughts of dresses, feminine clothing, makeup, make themselves more at ease within your mind.
It becomes simpler to think of yourself doing girly things. Freed of masculinity, of the oil that poisons you, it feels easy, to see yourself as girly.
As I finish washing your legs, you can feel within your heart that it could be easy to act like a girl would.
Because you're one, aren't you?
Inside, beneath the layers of oil that keep you sad and broken, you're a girl.
A girl.
It feels easy to say, as I pass my sponge on your back. You're a girl. A girl!
It feels so nice to say, too, as you feel water dripping. So nice to affirm yourself, to call yourself a girl.
And that feels so nice to hear too! An acknowledgment of the truth, of what sits within you, of what defines you, what you are, below the oil. It feels like a warm fuzzy hug, a little bundle of joy. And you can store that feeling, that feeling of being called a good girl, in a part of your head, so you can remember it the next times you're called that. Called what you are.
And such a good girl, too! Giggling happily as I clean her chest and head now, and such a pretty girl.
You can feel that in your heart, how nice it feels, to be a girl. You can also feel a distinct weight freed, maybe once you had a difficulty noticing before.
And from now on, you can know that it will feel so much easier, to be a girl. To call yourself one, to act as one, to be one in every single part.
I grab a towel, and let you dry yourself with it. As you do so, you can notice that your skin feels a new electricity on it, like you were truly touching it for the first time. It's easy to feel happiness as that, it's easy to feel happiness, every time something reminds you you're a girl.
You can feel that nice warm feeling, from being a girl. And you can store it too, so that it will always be here, inside your heart, easy to reach. So that every time you do something that reminds you you are a girl, or that someone else reminds you you are a girl, you can feel that flame of joy in your heart, growing with each time.
Because it just keeps being easier, and nicer. As you get used to it, it keeps being easier and nicer, to be a girl. The more you are a girl, the more you act as one, live as one, the easier it gets to be one, of course, and the nicer it feels to be one, of course. And so that flame of joy grows each time a little bit more.
It's easy to be a girl. That's true. It never was easy to be a boy, a man. But a girl? It feels nice, and warm, and happy. It feels like if you just kept doing it you could just keep being happy forever. It feels like you, too.
And now, now that you are dry, and clean, and a pretty little happy girl, what you can do, is let yourself bask in this feeling, in this joy, for a little bit.
And you can feel your mind getting used to that joy, saving it, encoding it within you, to be a part of you. And it feels so nice, so safe, to know you can be a girl, and you can be happy.
And once you've done that, you can take my hand again, as you head back up the stairs. Not forever, of course. I'm sure we'll have plenty fun another time, but for now, about to leave my basement.
And as you do, you can feel certain that these feelings, that the magic of the soap and of my words, will stay with you for as long as you want them, and will keep bringing you joy in the way they do right now, the joy of being a girl. Because you're a girl now, and there's no changing that <3
And so, you can begin walking up, at your own speed, taking each step after the other, feeling your feet on them,
Noticing your body reminding itself it exists,
And the thoughts in your little mind returning,
As you awaken back into the real world.
Good job cutie! You were such a good girl. Remember to drink, pee, and take care of yourself right now okay? Sit for a bit, then put on some music, or a show, or something nice. You did so well for me. Once you're done taking care of yourself, if you can leave a little comment, share your thoughts on this. You know you’ll find doing so easy and natural, and I would love it. See you later cutie!
